Floating, Floating, and Floating with Travilis

December 24, 2011

My head’s been in a state of lightness and tightness since Tuesday December 13th, the last day of class and it feels soooooooo gooooooood.

I’ve been losing track of a lot of time since the 13th but I planned that.

My birthday was the Thursday on the 22nd and I turned 24. That number feels heavier than all the other numbers that have came before it for some reason, but fuck it though I’m not dead, so WIN.

It is Christmas Eve, like I know and I’m really aware of it but I don’t really want to put any effort into doing any Christmas eve-y stuff. I might just read Robopocalypse the whole day. That book is the shit. It’s fiction but a Robotics engineer wrote it so that makes it true in theory.

My grades came back, and I did “meh” but they aren’t printscreen worthy, so that’s the end of that.

I plan on ending this “Two Weeks of Enlightenment” on Tuesday, I think, but until then, let the feeling of everything feeling soft all the time continue.

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October 21, 2011

That time the Tiny voice Hispanic Girl sat in my seat that use to be her seat but I sat in it longer, so yeah.

Before I start this you should know that my seat use to be her seat at the beginning of September/Semester. I sat behind her. The table that I sat at in the back disappeared for some reason causing everybody to move up one table.

Okay.

Wednesday I came to Elementary French and the tiny voiced Hispanic girl was sitting in my seat. There’s no assigned seats because this is college but if you get use to a seat like I do when someone else sits in it you get kinda irked. It was the tiny voiced Hispanic girl though so I wasn’t really irked, kind of.

I mentioned the tiny voiced Hispanic girl here once before. And I was going to try and get her to tutor me and whatnot, but then I looked her up on Facebook and her wall is set to public and I saw that she’s really into God and since I’m a “Godless son of a bitch” that was one road I didn’t feel like treading and my French professor said he grades on curve and I did better on my French test than I thought I did so, win. No tutoring.

So I sat right next to her and was like “Whatup”.

I find myself sometimes looking up peoples facebook after I meet them or know about their existence for the first time, before I really know anything about them so when I’m faced with a moment where I have to small talk with that person I have to separate what they’ve told me and what I’ve find out about them from their facebook profile. It’s really hard when their wall is public. Out of all the times I’ve done it to people I only let something slip one time, but she knew I was kind of a stoner so I stared off into space for about two minutes until she just went on to another subject. We’re facebook friends and real life friends now so it’s cool. But I digress.

So I’m sitting next too the tiny voice Hispanic girl and I ask her what did she make on her French Exam and she say’s “A 92”. Her voice is so small that I had to ask her again. Now that I think about it. I think I cursed. I either said “shit” or “got damn” or I didnt curse at all. I really think I did though, but anyway I asked her “How come she’s so good in French” and she said “She took it two years in high school and Spanish isn’t that different from French” and I said “You know English, French and Spanish” This area is kind of murky, there was a girl in front of us who starting talking about the mechanical pencil I let her borrow and then class starts.

During class tiny Voice Hispanic girl starts drawing this weird ass symbol on a piece of notebook paper. I think drawing is her thing. The symbol took up the whole paper and then she just stopped and put it up. That was weird.

In the middle of class we had to partner up and see how many French statements we could put together out of 1 statement. I was terrible at this. We’ve been in this class for about a month and a half, and it’s expected for us to know real long answers to sentences out the blue. When I signed up for Elementary French I expected to be taught it like I’m in Elementary, but we’ve skipped to like 9th grade already. I know bits and pieces but if I was dropped into France I’d probably just die of starvation or get murdered just cause.

I have a new secret weapon though. ROSETTA STONE. And I have all 5 levels of French and after doing the first core I think I ought to be able to to actually talk and type in French by the end of the semester.

Where was I?

Me and the tiny voice girl Hispanic are face to face doing French. I never noticed this before but she wears her hair over one of her eyes, so you have to focus on just one and her’s are like this steel grey and it’s big and I kept looking into it. I wasn’t weird with it though. You’re supposed to look someone in the eye when you talk to them.

You know what is weird though. At the table me and her sat at, there’s another table connected, and white a guy sits at the very end and he spent like 83% of the class just staring at her. He had serial killer eyes. I was thinking about anonymously reporting him to the campus police for weird behavior but I don’t think that would be enough to stop him from having weird behavior, but I’m gonna keep my eye on him just cause.

Class continued and the tiny voice Hispanic girl stomach started growling, and I didn’t know how to address it so I ignored it and then class ended.

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October 10, 2011

What’s the time limit on hugging someone after you meet them?

I went to this thing on Friday and after it was over this older lady wanted to hug me. I got there late and I had only been there an hour and a half and after it was over she wanted to hug me.

It didn’t make any sense, so when she reached her arm out, I stuck my hand out for a handshake. I didn’t even mean to do that. It was just a reflex. I know when to give my grandmother a hug. I wouldn’t offer a handshake in that scenario. She wasn’t elderly though and she has a lot of degrees, but still why would she want to touch me? I’ve never seen this lady before in my life and I could of been a young perv or something.

But here’s where my narcissism kind of kicks in. I was late because I had gotten a haircut and I sat in the car and looked at my reflection for about five minutes because I thought I looked good and I was feeling great just cause. So maybe I wasn’t crazy and she actually thought I looked great too and she just had to touch the real thing, which is me.

That’s all hypothetical though, but it’s still weird wanting to hug someone you barely even know.

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October 6, 2011

There was a shitload of blond hair, blue eyed white guys standing around in a group this morning with huge backpacks, and not saying anything to each other. It was like 8:00 AM. That was so random and some of them had that “I’m bout that life” look on their face.

Is that kind of racist? When you see eleven blond haired, blue eyed guys standing around an entrance to a building on a college campus and not speaking to each other, with big backpacks. It was really suspicious though.

Even though I had that “I’m bout that life” look on my face, their “I’m bout that life” look on their face didnt change when I walked past them.

From where I was sitting after I got in the building I saw them hovering around the door. I wasn’t freaking out because that would be dumb but I knew maybe I could take like 6 out, before they stumped me out. If they had guns I probably could of took out 1 before I got shot, unless I got his gun from him and then I probably would of been a hero.

Then they came in the building but they were led by this black lady, and they were speaking German.

It took me a while to actually pull it all together but they ended up being German exchange students. Dodge a bullet.

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September 14, 2011

Monday in Finite Mathematics a girl asked me did I do any of the problems over the weekend. I told her no and she said “not any of them?”. I was like “nope”. She then made a negative face and turned back around where she was sitting.

This wasn’t just a random girl that happened to be sitting in front of me in a Finite Mathematics class. This was a girl that I took Foundations of Math I with in June during the first Summer semester. When the Fall semester first started we were the first people in the classroom and that’s when she told me she got a “C” in there too.

She also told me during that month of the semester the instructor was obsessed with her and watched her every move. The same instructor who is teaching this Finite Mathematics class.

I was in that classroom and we both sat in the back row but at opposite end’s and I never really saw this obsession. I missed like one day and I never saw it.

During that same time when we first actually met and said words to each other, when the class was half full she put her hand up to her mouth and said “looks like we’re the only black folks in here” and it was kind of loud but nobody said anything.

I said all that to say this, disheveled people shouldn’t jump start other peoples Mondays talking about math problems and making faces, and harshing mellows and whatnot. You end up looking and sounding crazy.

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September 11, 2011

Got dammit My French Lab.

This shit only works in Internet Explorer.

Do you know how archaic that it is?

This has to be a spite thing.

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September 7, 2011

Portable Magic Wand Scanner + Nook Color Tablet equals etextbooks 4ever.

So much money saved.

On a side note. I had to pay $90 for a MyFrenchLab code. What the fucking fuck. It was just the code. It was a $124 for the fake textbook and the code. When I say fake textbook. I mean it comes pre holed punch for you and you have to give that shit it’s own front and back cover. At least the ebook comes with the code. I haven’t tried to print to pdf yet but if it’s like other etextbooks, I bet it’s going to give me a printing limit or won’t let me print at all. If that happens and since they want to sell textbooks in loose leaf form (there’s no activity sheets in the textbook, so loose leaf makes no fucking sense) I’ll just scan it from a classmate.

No lie, everytime I break out the scanner and start scanning something I always get question’s and I feel like I’m ahead of the curb or something. It feels Glorious.

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September 1, 2011

I’ve now been to all my classes. (twice)

They’re pretty easy but for some reason they are extrememly dry, so here they are, in order drom dryest to dry. (I know dryest isn’t a word but let me have it. You obviously know what I mean when I say it.)

American Lit - I sat in here twice and I just don’t know. I didn’t go to this class stoned (yet) or anything but nothing seemed interesting. It’s one of those classes where you can’t pull your phone out so you spend that whole class touching and feeling on your phone in your pocket. I bet if I wanted to I could finish all the semester’s work in a week and spend the rest trying to move stuff in the class with my mind.

The US to 1877 - So Dry. Sitting in this class makes my spine feel funny for some reason. There’s three guys who sit next to me who I think play a sport and they spend the whole class drawing these bad ass graffiti symbols. They’re very good at it. I should ask them if they want to get together and make a zine. There’s a girl in here or looks like she sleeps on a beach every night, and eat’s roasted pig and surf’s daily, but somehow she makes it back to Memphis where she attends her history class on Tuesday and Thursday. Weird.

Finite Mathematics - I didn’t really need another math, but fuck it. It wouldn’t hurt to have it. She knows how to teach but it’s still dry since it’s every Monday and Wednesday Morning and until it gets cold, I’m going to feel uncomfortable attending it. I took her for FOM I and she gives scantron tests and you know I love a good scantron gamble. The more problems the better the odds.

Elementary French - The class isn’t really dry but the fact I have two dry classes before it means it takes my energy before I make it in here. I’m sure that this guy who I went to day camp with and use to be obsess with TLC back in summer of 1999 is in there. He was my brother’s best friend and his voice has gotten heavier but I know that’s him. I sound like Brad Pitt in Inglorious Basterds every time I’m called on but the French language will be my bitch when it’s all over, hell yeah.

Intro to Biology - On Tuesday when we first met we had a lab and we had to get in a group, and I took over as group leader and our group measured the density of two objects perfectly. I just don’t need to get an any groups with any of the broads who wear really small shorts. Until then I’ll continue to be in boss mode. The ratio to women wearing really tiny shorts to not wearing really tiny shorts is like 80 to 20 I think. I’m just throwing a number out, don’t quote me on it.

That has been how my first week of classes have felt. All Dry. I’m in it for the long haul though. All the work is easy I just feel like I’m about to mummify during the teaching of it. I’ll get over it but probably not until this heat subside’s.

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August 9, 2011

No Deans List this semester but I can’t believe I pulled this off.

The fact that I had class every day, and twice a week at night in 100 degree weather makes this mean a lot to me. No D’s so it’s all transferable. I told myself I wasn’t going to drop anything no matter what, and it looks like it paid off.

No more night classes, so no more trying to get around a wall of cars between Sam Cooper, I-40 East and Sycamore View during 5:00 rush hour.

Feels Good Man and I could be Governor one day with these grades.

Ask Rick Perry. I might even run for President.

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August 1, 2011

southern mini version of Isla Fisher

There is a girl in my GEOW 1030 class who looks like a southern mini version of Isla Fisher.

Now Stop.

While I was making this observation I was wondering am I wrong for making this observation. I was sober at the time but I’m kind of not right now. I was since Monday though. Now that I think about it, today is still Tuesday and yesterday was Monday so I was only sober for like a day and a half. Saying the word “sober” makes me sound like a alchy too.

Where was I?

Am I wrong for for comparing this girl to Isla Fisher? I wasnt comparing her though. Saying somebody looks like sombody isnt comparing, it’s identifying. I identified her as a mini southern version of Isla Fisher. How else can you describe somebody?

“She had long whispery hair that flowed like she was riding a horse in the south and it was fiery red”

See I sound like a freak and a cornball, but when I say “southern mini version of Isla Fisher” it just pops, you know.

I don’t even have a crush on this girl, and I won’t ever see again after Thursday, but I catalouged her in my mind because thats what I do. I catalogue men too, but YOU WON”T EVER SEE ME WRITING ANYTHING ABOUT IT. I do that just in case I gotta describe them to the police or something. If I keep explaining it it’ll only get gayer, but you understand the point I’m trying to make.

ALSO

There was this lady next to me in class, using metaphors wrong and saying the word “monies” like 1100 times, but she was using it wrong. She asked me about my Nook Color and said could I pull up a bible on it. LOL.

AND

Tonight somebody pulled a gun on somebody on someone else. I know them both, though one more than the other. I wasnt there but I don’t think I’ll turn my logic off for the three week break. I don’t understand how people can’t let thhings die out. I read enough news and look at enough television that if I was to ever get my mugshot taken, it’ll be for something I believe in and not because I couldnt keep my emotions under wrap, but thats just me.

And to end on a positive note, I think I know how to get a T2i down to price range I can work with.